11/06/08maneuvering an asteroid is no mean feat,i tell you. i've got to make sure i get it back to the yard or else mr. superior will blackhole my paycheck. but jupiter really tests the brakes, know what i'm sayin'. we've lost a couple of company cruisers to its g-belt. now, they're just junk the government won't even flick a tentacle to tow away. but i get to keep this thankless job. i just hope my brakes hold long enough while my trusty wrench and i salvage what company crap we can from these dead floats. the mechanics with their eight grimy sleeves will cuss me at clock-out, for sure. they keep tellin' i should work the bolts with care. i've been savin' up bolts for their birthdays. nuts. i'd better remember to pocket a green tube from the old fission reactor for my kid's diorama homework. he's doing this bit on outdated hardware. i tell him, why don't you just snap a hologram of me while i haul myself and this screeching rock out of the garage? he just snorts (my own flesh and goo, what can i tell you). green, daddy, green! don't forget! i didn't. i'll get him all the colors i could yank from the messy board even if it mottle-fries my arm. that kid better be wishin' hard my brakes don't die. i got saturn next on my list, and that's overtime pay for the missus. 11/04/08 * After finishing this poem, I decided to dedicate it to the memory, gifted imagination, sharp wit, and unmitigated humor of Douglas Adams. Hats off to you, DNA. "So long, and thanks for all the fish." * I have already mentioned, in an entry posted last October 10, that "I have a thing for alternating themes when I post here, i.e. from the generally 'happy' to the generally 'sad' poems" and vice-versa. Occasionally, I also change the style, as you may have noticed from the above poem when compared with previous (recent) ones. Sometimes I just have all-out fun. (grin) Cheers. =====================
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